See her how she fliesGolden sails across the skiesClose enough to touchBut careful if you tryThough she looks as warm as goldThe moon's a harsh mistressThe moon can be so coldOnce the sun did shineLord, it felt so fineThe moon a phantom roseThrough the mountains and the pinesAnd then the darkness fellThe moon's a harsh mistressIt's hard to love her wellI fell out of his eyesI fell out of his heartI fell down on my faceI tripped and missed my starI fell and fell aloneThe moon's a harsh mistressThe sky is made of stoneThe moon's a harsh mistressShe's hard to call your own